I saw a ghost out on a dirt road

They're known as "humeurs" or so I'm told

A mist you drive through with an eerie glow

In your headlights



Far away from the city sound

Decrepit houses are sagging down

Leaning over, no one's been around

For ages



I'm falling down



I need to be alone tonight

My head just won't work right

If I'm not back for day light

I'm sorry






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